Being the Park

There are days (like today) when you just want to keep walking. Days when you and the weather are one: Continue reading →

Thoughts Inspired by Three Works of Art

1. Mark Rothko, T01168 Red on Maroon 1959 When you think about it, when you think of the paths, there Continue reading →

Three-Letter Words: Sex, Gym, Dog, God, etc

All I seem to leave the house for is sex and the gym, which feel somehow, now that I write Continue reading →

Things that Come Out at Night

The park is the countryside. The park is a patch of countryside, transplanted, or a remnant of what was here Continue reading →

The Café Years

It was the ultimate café. Everything I wanted from a place to write. Good tea, good cake, beautiful scenery, people Continue reading →

Running Alone

You think, well, maybe at some point you’ll stumble upon the link between the park and the body, that somehow Continue reading →

The Jewish Gate

For a few years after I left Stoke Newington I still maintained a PO Box at the sorting office on Continue reading →

Change: Fountains

Even before they did the big refurb of the Park, they changed the “fountains” in the ponds. In a way, Continue reading →